I keep reminiscing. Time and again I just keep doing so. Stupid dumbass.

It feels almost like I'm a rag doll or something. Where the little girl will come home and rip apart when something is screwed up in school, when cute boy Adam says she's ugly. When hot and popular Chelsea jeers at her. But this little rag doll doesn't utter a word, doesn't even shed a tear. Until one day, the rag doll tears apart, and the cotton comes all out.

2 things could happen after this. The little girl cries to mummy and mummy fixes the little rag doll, and little girl stops crying altogether. Or, little girl picks up broken rag doll and chuck it into bin and grows out of it altogether.

All that's happened, no matter little girl's choice, the rag doll seems to be unfeeling. But that's not true, because the rag doll doesn't ask for much, little rag doll only asks for little girl to pin the head back together if mummy refuses to fix it again. He doesn't need pretty stitches to make him look new, he just wished the little girl cared.

"Little girl, little girl. Please fix me back again?"